don't be a stranger pt 2

'Cock Guy'

Only now, clinging on for dear life as Taxi Maniac follows Cock Guy at speed along the streets, do I consider "What the fuck am I doing?". I'm being led by my puss in the same way most guys are led by their cocks. Okay yes in a way I'm being led by a cock, or the sight of it, in that alley. You know what I mean. Stop being awkward.

I haven't even figured out what I'm going to do. He was getting calls. What if it's his girlfriend. His wife? And he's going home to her because she's all warm, or hot, given his smile, in bed. Waiting. Like my puss is. Do I just follow him in and say "Fancy a fuck?" in the hall, before you get to her? My puss is thinking out loud "Yes that would be nice!" and drooling still.

Instinctly my fingers find their way over the soaked nylon mesh and fine lace of my panties. Caress the clinging wet material and the sensitive flesh beneath. Surprising myself at how open and welcoming I am. I could so easily wank myself silly again but would that detract from fucking Cock Guy, when I catch him. If? Puss isn't so easily deterred. She'll have both, thanks very, and quick about it! Her taut, hungry muscles twang like snapping fingers demanding attention. She gets it, the heel of my palm against my sheathed mound, and my nails almost tearing through the sodden mesh. Puss pushes back. Squeezing round my small penetration. Ache pounding up and down her. My swollen clit like a small tongue, lapping at my fingers. Her mouth pouting urgent need.

I'm gnawing my lip again, almost drawing blood in an attempt to not moan out loud above the taxi engine. I'm so roused, my eyes close and the image of that fantastic cock lit briefly by that flash races through my mind. My puss purrs appreciatively. Hold that fantasy girl. Because I am. In my moistness and heat. She ripples like hot jelly at the possibility of gripping that cock. Of running molten lust back and forth over it. And of feeding on the sizzling spunk he would shoot into her.

There's a jolt, and my fingers jar painfully in so I almost come. My eyes flutter open to see Taxi Maniac staring at me still. How much did he see? Do I care?

"Why have we stopped?" I whisper.

"Why do you think?"

The other taxi has pulled over on the other side of the road and Cock Guy is getting out. My stop too. Taxi Maniac holds out a grubby hand and I give him the twenty.

"Keep the change." He's actually appreciative, as we haven't gone that far. His tip would have watching me anyway. Bet he doesn't get much of that either.  

Cock Guy walks into the dark of a small house. There are no lights on so hopefully this means he's alone. But for how long? Is she there in the dark waiting? Was she asleep and wondered where he'd got to. Why am I asking myself all this? I should just go over there and find out. I've come this far.

It seems an eternity as I cross the road. What will I say? I might as well tell the truth, as it's no stranger than any weird improbable excuse I can muster. My heels clatter up the path in the silence. My breath is fast in short pants. The doorbell is like a scream in the dark.

There's another eternity of wait before a light flicks on through the small frosted door window. I turn to my puss for inspiration. An excuse. She just shrugs back "Your call. honey". Thanks very. Not.

The door creaks open and there, yes, is Cock Guy. My eyes are lowered, trying not to meet his enquiring gaze as my mind races for something, anything, to say. And of course all I can see, my eyes burning through the fantastic bulge of his jeans, is his cock. As if you needed telling. It must still be hard. I'd like to think the sight of me, standing there, might make him harder still.

"Yes?" He enquires.

If that's the answer, the question is "Fancy a fuck?" but I just come out with "Hi.". As if that explains everything. As you do.

"I don't suppose you... remember me?"

There's a shake of the head but also a smile. "I'm sure I would have."

"In the club." Another shake of the head. "Um, and... behind it. In the alley?"

It's too dark to tell if he's gone white with realisation. But he doesn't seem to be smiling quite as much.

"Alley? You... were... "

"I'm sure I remembered right." I pipe up hopefully. And lower my voice. "Nice cock."

I don't know if it's because he thinks his neighbours would overhear, at 1am in the morning with all the windows and curtains closed, or because he is dragging me in to ask "Fancy a fuck?" but there I am, in his hall, door slammed. Face to face. Cock to puss, if I mentally strip us both standing there. And I already have. I can smell the scent of my puss carving its way through my perfume and bodyspray. He must notice it too, surely.

"How much did, er, you see?"

I crane up and whisper "All of it." Tempting to add "Fancy a fuck?" there, as it seems like the right time to insert it. If you take my meaning. But I want to hear why.

And why is what I get. It's for his girlfriend. Oh so he is attached. Shame. But she's not round and he's just looking after her place while she's away, and so there's someone home when she returns. So they don't live together. She'll be back tomorrow night. Things are looking up for this night then. And, when my hand reaches across and grabs his cock through his jeans, I found out how very much up a certain thing is.

Now seems the right time.

"Fancy a fuck?" Eyebrows raised. A hopeful smirk. Oh, and my hand still on that fantastic feeling bulge of a cock.

It's funny. Guys will probably cheat on their girlfriends or wives if they think they're not round but to have a girl actually say "Cheat with me now". Not a relationship but just a one-off fuck, you'd think they would jump at it. Not Cock Guy, even though he is obviously begging for one. And she isn't around to catch the outcome.

I haven't let go of him. His cock. Nor do I intend to. I squeeze my assertion so he whinces. It's not as if I can blackmail him into a fuck because the photos are for his girlfriend. A thought pops into my head.

"Have you sent them yet?"

"What?"

"The photos. For your girlfriend?"

He shakes his head.

"Send them."

"Huh?"

"To her. I want to know what she thinks of them. What she'll ask you to do if she were here."

I'm still gripping his cock so he doesn't have a choice really. He fumbles in his pocket for the phone and thumbs a number. And a quick message, But not for help. I have to smile inwardly at what he might text. COCK BEING HELD BY MAD HORNY GIRL. SEND HELP. BUT NOT RIGHT AWAY. LOVE etc.

There's a ping to say it's sent, and while I wait I press Cock Guy against his hall wall and bury my tongue in his mouth. With his cock still held hostage in my fingers, he's pretty choiceless again. I even get the impression he's enjoying it a bit, if the size of his cock growing and throbbing through the denim is any judge.

There's another ping and Cock Guy fumbles for his phone while I taste his tonsils just a bit more, then peek to see what Cock Guy's Girl has texted back. I'm impressed. It's pretty filthy. And detailed. She must be a pro texter to get all that in and so quick. Where and how. It's like Google Sex. Just search and get answers. Nifty.

"So where's the lounge?" I ask. He nods down the hall to a door, so I lead Cock Guy by his cock in there. He doesn't seem to be resisting quite so much now.

I flick the light on, and there as described is the sofa mentioned. I can imagine, from the detail in the text, Cock Guy and his Girl fucking on it. Using the cushions and back to aid every position imaginable. His Cock, which my palm is still relishing, deep in her. Her pussy sucking him back in and relinquishing it for a moment before wrapping itself round his thrusting shaft again. My puss wants to wrap itself round it too. As if that hasn't been obvious from the start.

With a deft move, i unbuckle his belt and half spin him on the sofa so he's sprawled there. I kneel between his legs and undo his jeans as fast as my puss demands. Tug the denim down and round his knees. He's wearing boxers, which bulge even more from within under the thinner stretchy fabric. The pinnacle of the bulge looks as wet and sticky as my panties and tights. Gasping for it, I'm sure.

I grip it again. Press my lips to the wet cotton over the tip of his cock and suck hard. His body goes as stiff as his cock with shock and pleasure. I nibble. Gnaw. Taste. And then, as he relaxes, I pull the boxers down, his arse rising politely to let them slip away down his thighs, his bare cock is revealed in all its fantastic glory. I run my tongue up it. It tastes even better than it looks. Smells clean, in a slightly soiled by pre-cum way, that just adds more pleasure. One thing for a guy to show how horny he is by how hard, far more to see the tip dribble because that's like me being wet. Innate. Primal. A thing we still have no control over. And control is about what both of us are about to lose.

To be continued.

don't be a stranger pt 1

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Aisling Weaver's Fuck Me Friday: Wire

Soz bout the lateness but I got mailed back bout a job application n was up most of Thurs night and Fri morn sorting my folio of work. Plus Fri night was Andy™ night so I'm writing this in the aftergasmic pains n pleasure out of another fantastico filthinessfest with my fucktoy and my cunny is just telling me what to type in case Aussiescribbler is asking! ;-D 

So all week Andy and I have gone without underwear - I ain't been wearing knix since Sun evening and Andy has gone without boxies. There's been a higher than usual amount of sexting and photo sending and general wireless wank stuff but I said I'd be good which ain't as much a prob as I thought cos by Weds the hornee idee of having no undies was kinda wearing off and even Andy admitted by last night as fun as it was no undies was a lil bit passé. :-(

But there were highlights like getting a good few pics of Andy's Cock™ (totally mine all week and torturously mine last night - yaaay!!! :-D ) that boosted my growing collection of Andy Cock™ Art FTW! Having no knix may be boring now but that fuckable piece of Andy will NEVER EVER make me yawn (well okays mebbe it will after a full night's fucking cos even I ain't super woman and while I wear my fucktoy out with my insatiable horneeness I gotta sleep too). It's a good thang Andy and I don't live together and he usually ain't round when I wakes up cos I get bags under my eyes and have been known to slump at work cos all my energies have been used up fucking Andy. And I knows he has the same prob a bit. We are just horneeness personificationed (yeh that's a real word now cos I fucking say so! :-P ) and filthiness incarnate so whatever. 

Where was I? Oh yeh, my cunny prompts me to type bout Weds night which is actually very early Thurs morn like 2A-fucking-M. I've gone without knix for three whole days and got used to it but in the mid of nite I get a hornee attack. I've been sleeping nekkid cos I know Andy luvs knowing that cos he does too and trying to tire myself out I take him a few pics of me on the sheets (it's been so hot I've thrown the duvet off! :-P ). That ain't working so I scampers downstairs and load the pics from my cam to my comp n mail them to Andy. Sometimes he's hornee in the mid of nite too and txts or mails me depending on where he is. Mebbe he's up too and we can sext each other to sleep with some wireless wanking. But there's no reply and by which time the pain in my cunny for a filthee fucking is getting too much so I have to wake up Lil Andy™ (™ = tickler of muffs).

I don't knows bout the rest of you but when I'm uberhornee (german btw!) my gasms are breathtakingly quick and very intense and I should really trademark them as Andygasms™ (that's twat melting) cos since we've been together they just so blow my mind. I think my cunny has got used to very vigorous fucking and innovative positions and just spur-of-the-mo filthidirtiness and there ain't nothing like a spur-of-the-mo Lil Andy Fuck™ on the sofa. Course even Lil Andy™ knows that everything I do I do for his hornee absent namesake Andy the Bigger and Hornee-est. So I bunch up my cushions and blanket (cos I get v. wet and I don't wanna stain them) and straddle them with Lil Andy™ shoved up my cunny in absototally hands free position so I can play with my nips like I luv Andy too or claw at the sofa pretending it's his chest urging him to just fucking fuck me with all his fucking might as I kegel and squeeze and bounce on Lil Andy™ til his buzzing is making my cunny n clit gasm like no gasm has gasmed before. FUCK! What it loses in a long luvly build up it more than makes up for with cunny crashing power in just a min or less and I know I'm gonna be walking all bandylegged for a while after that fast n furious full-on fuck! That's horneeness payback! :-o

There, says my cunny, then and now as it dictates my typing, that's the bar raised for Big Hornee Andy which it does pretty much every time we fuck. Yeh I sigh and tell my cunny to go put the kettle on cos typing for her is thirsty work. Actually make that coffee cos I'm yawning with all the Andyhorniness™ of his cock pics and Andyfucks™ of last night and I need to go buy a shitload of concealer and foundation to hide the baggies under my eyes and pale complexion sheer sexc slutty exhaustion brings. But I wouldn't have it any other ways. :-D

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Aisling Weaver's Fuck Me Friday: Absorb

Okay readers you've been introed to Lil Andy my vibe but I usually add a lil ™ to his name which is a bit of a joke started when I first wrote sexc stories for Andy a coupla years ago. I would add ™ to my sighs cos I felt they were custom trademarked for how Andy made me feel spesh my *biggest contentest sigh ever™*. Just thought I'd better explain that in case you thought my formatting was kinda wonky and I wanted to give Lil Andy™ his full name cos he got trademarked after Andy in case you ain't guessed already!

Anyways on with the story...

It's gonna be a long night without Andy my fucktoy lover so Lil Andy™ my vibe gets his turn. Long, molded in pink plastic and battery-powered FTW.

I'm hornee wet beyond belief so tantalising trickles from my twat soak the tops of my black stockings as I think bout how to let Lil Andy™ fuck me in the bestest traditions of his nawtee namesake big n hard bro. 

Pile some cushions on the sofa, top them with a blanket I keep in a bag hidden behind it so my roomie doesn't find it cos I don't want to stain anything with my juices and believe me guys n gals I'm juicing-a-plenty under my thong. I peel it off and the thin stretchy crotch plings outta my softly n super sensitive dribbling slit with a twang that makes my twat twitch even more and my clit go all quivery with needs and anticipation.

Don't need any lube cos the lips tween my thighs are slick and slippery enough but I use some anyways as it makes me feel even hornier. S'weird that ain't it? I get fucking wet when hornee but smearing a few fingers full of lube over my cunny and clit make me even more fucking hornee and I get wetter still. OoooOOOooohhHH letting my fingers tease and tickle my cunny and I'm gnawing my lip trying not to let out too loud a moan or sigh cos that feels fucking fantastic. Back gainst the wall I slide down and crouch on top of the piled cushions and turn the Lil Andy™ dial. He gives out a low mean growl in the dark which Andy would be proud of and which gets muffled in my muffless mound as I slip him up inside. Just Lil Andy's™ tip at first, buzzing at my labs and caressing over my clit. Have to fess missing Andy's hawt sticky cum on top of his cock as he pushes in for that first-fuck-feel but hey that's kinda what the lube is for. A sub for Andy's cum so I get the tube and squirt some on my tits like Andy is spunking his load on them. It's cold not hawt like Andy's sizzly sticky squirts but as I settle on Lil Andy™ so he's totally cunny deep my hands are free and I rub the lube over my nips til it warms up n it ain't a bad sub at all. Now I could just get all self-absorbed and think I don't need Andy to gasm myself but he is awesome and never fails to make me come. In fact after a spesh filthee fuckfest a few weeks back my cunny has been so super sensitive I'm almost gasming just by thinking bout him which is karma for me making him spunking his boxies while sexting him while he was shopping. He ain't gonna forgive me for that any time soon! So my self-absorbed pleasure n play is always skewed Andyways cos if wanna gasm Andy is my man. If I wanna have the gasm of all gasms then I'm always thinking of Andy fucking me, gripping my body to his, his big hands under my knees tugging my thighs apart as his cock thrusts and rams in and out and up and down, over and over and over and over...

So I don't have to fantasise much as my hands rubs my pert nips and smears Andy's lube cum over my tits and bounce on Lil Andy™ and punish him the same way I know Andy luvs me to punish his cock by just not giving a fuck how hard I'm squatting on it and letting my cunny do the filthiest dirtiest thangs to him! Press my palm on my belly and squeeze on Lil Andy's™ hard length, rocking over it and rubbing my soft bare mound until my fingernail seeks out my clit, then two, three push its stinging tense needs against that last bit of ridgy hard uncunnied pink plastic.

Lil Andy™ rams up gainst my cunny and my cunny muscles grip him tighter, squeezing him, milking him for a climax I know won't come. No hot sticky loads and no matter how fantasically fast Lil Andy™ is I miss his Big Bro Andy™ and his cum spurting in me as he grunts his jac into me with animal wildness and I just go all wild back at him.

My over-roused hornee frustration doesn't need it this one time cos I know Andy will make up for not being there every time he is. My rippling cunny goes on auto and I'm gasming fast and hard, panting breaths torn from my throat, my lips like my nails tear at Andy's chest when we fuck. Fingers claw at my nips my clit and try and grip the vibe base and massage my labs. I want it all now, every gasm, every climax evry last fucking drop of Andy's cum or lube or what-fucking-ever and I'm gonna get it. My nekkidness burns and I break out in sweat all over as gushes of wetness slurp at Lil Andy™ as he is crushed by my screaming gasm...

I dunno how much time passes til my shaky quaky Richter scale gasm stops. There's only a lone dull zzzzzz in my belly as the gasmic flutterings subside. Tears run down my cheeks and gushes of my juices soak the blanket.

My ever-ready vibe keeps going and my gasm shimmies into another without my help. I'm multigasmic for Lil Andy™ cos like Andy he won't take no for answer but like I ever have to feel like saying no anyways.

But that doesn't matter cos Lil Andy's™ always hard for me, always there for me when Andy ain't around and I wanna get self-absorbed.

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Aisling Weaver's Fuck Me Friday



I mentioned bout introing Andy to Lil Andy my vibe n it kinda has watching so hang on n enjoy the ride. Andy did! Me too lol!




I'd told Andy knows bout Lil Andy n decided he'd not been formally introed. In my room I pull him out of my bedside drawer n wave him in front of Andy.


"Lil Andy says 'hi Big Andy!'" I say gleefully. Even though I've cleaned Lil Andy after my last hornee play he still keeps a fragrant air of my cunny bout him.


"So," says Andy as he pushes me down on the bed, eases my lil black tart of a dress of over my head. Slips my very skimpy lacy thong down my thighs, leaving me in just my hold-ups which he luvs for me to keep on, "How do you use Lil Andy when I'm not round?"


I blush, pouting, "That's private. Tween me n Lil Andy."


"You don't like the idee of both your hawt luvahs being here in bed with you at the same time?


Actually I'd never thought bout it. I've no need for Lil Andy when Andy is round n vicey versay. But the thought of having Andy's cock deep in me at mebbe the same time Lil Andy is buzzing round my clit or nips, or... or... no that would be too greedy wudnt it? Oh fuckit! Let's do it, yeh!


Andy's playing with Lil Andy. No not THAT way you pervs! Just trying to figure how I do myself n twiddling his dial base."Show me... " he growls, "How do you turn him on?"


I take Lil Andy n caress his (yeh course he's a he n not an 'it'!) long pink plastic shaft n find the black base tween my fingertips. Give it a lil twist n Lil Andy buzzes to life. That sound turns me on n I can feel my already wet cos-Andy-is here cunny drooling even more. Andy perches on the corner of my bed n does a slow strippytease as I watch n he watches as I lay back n let Lil Andy buzz his way from nip to nip making them all perky n fuckin sensitive, downmy bod n belly n... Andy stops taking his shorts off to part my knees n give him view my drippy cunny... n then Lil Andy is going down down deeper n down in me. I'm so fucking wet n open i don't even have to push he's just sunk in me like I'm quicksand! Lol hey I'm quicksandie n quickies r us!


Course now Andy is all nekkid n yeh he's all luvly n hard n now he wants in too but Lil Andy's first in the queue matey! You gotta wait your turns!


Leaving Lil Andy in me, Andy guides my hands to my tum n I feel Lil Andy tickle my belly from inside. I'm giving low blissful moans as I lie back n let both Andys fuck me. First he takes Lil Andy out all wet from me n makes his tingling tip tease my titties. Slides him over each nip until they perk up even more like skinny mini-Lil Andys. Lies him tween my boobs n presses them together for a Lil Andy tittyfuck. His vibes make my titties jiggle like two jellies as he thrills n excites them, making me giggle. Then he drags Lil Andy down my tum to my smooth mound n makes him caress my clit. I give lil convulsive gasps as each poke n stroke drives me to absolute horniness. My vaj is already leaky n lusty cravings for both my hard boys. Right now.


Andy doesn't have to be a mind reader to know what I want. It's written all over my 'fuck me now' expression n even more so 'make it ever so filthilee dirtilee hornilee' eyes.


He rolls me on my front n hefts my arse up so I'm on all fours n aims his huge hawt cock in my cunny. Pushes it, pounds it, solid shoves right through me, doggies me as I sigh n scream with each new vigorous ramming. I claw my way up so I'm bracing myself on the bedstead, as Andy grips my waist, slaps my arse, bends his chest to my shoulder blades n fucks me the great granddaddy of all fucks. His knees slide tween mine n slowly with each violent thrust in my cunny eases them apart even more. I steady myself with one arm n reach back finding his hand to guide it round n down my belly until his fingers cup my mound. I part his fingers so he is either side of his cock rubbing my labs as his fucks push me drive me screaming n gasping ever louder towards a godalmighty gasm.


Then Andy brings Lil Andy round with his other hand n I feel the buzzing tear onto the skin of my belly over where my g spot is then on my clit. I'm being fucked n vibed in one. Andy sets up a randy rhythm pulling back as he shoves Lil Andy over my clit n teases my labs then ramming his dick hard in as he caresses Lil Andy away. It's a sexc see-saw of a shug n I can only wonder if Lil Andy's vibes are turning Andy on n bringing him to climax as quickly as I am.


Cos I am. Rapidly racing towards a teeth-juddery body-shaky knee-trembly tummy-churny gasm. I don't even have time to gasp Andy's name. Barely a mo to scream 'yesyesyesfuckingyes!' before both Andys make me cum... make me bite my own arm so I don't screem the whole fucking flat down...


I feel Andy let go releasing hawt burning jizz deep into my cunny until his slap-happy pounding goes all liquid in squelchy sounds round his stiff shaft n my gasm squeezes his cum out tween my labs, trickling down my thighs, soaking my stockings. Andy starts to slow as my rippling cunny milks him of his last spunky spurts but lying pressed gainst my back he keeps Lil Andy at my clit then as his spent raw cock finally drips out of me he pushes Lil Andy in my quivering quim gripping the base n making Lil Andy fuck me again. My cunny is still gasming big-time, waves of mindless sensation rocking up n down inside like torrid tidal waves. I can't think, can't talk as Lil Andy buzzes through me, gate-crashes another gasm into me, as my knees buckle n I collapse on the sheets with Andy on top n Lil Andy still inside...


It's a while before my shattered shugged senses make sense of me cuddled up beside Andy with my head dopily on his chest. Lil Andy, still sticky n scented with my juices, lies on a bed of tissues on Andy's tum.


"Thank you, luvah... " I whisper as I kiss Andy's nips, "Luvahs" I correct myself.


Ain't we an awesome threesome?




So watch this spacefor more sexciness soon, you pervs, lol!